If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
Transparency would sooner be us explaining we know not what dangers may be in store, not my personal opinion on those whom decide to take to the task.
[He doesn't even sound offended, really. More matter-of-fact if anything. Otherwise he'll leave it at that. No point in arguing when Davesprite seems keen to justify his petty inclusion.
Instead he takes to idly wandering about Davesprite's being. He's got more tact than to ask outright, after all, but he cannot help his general curiosity over the orange-colored boy who loses that description once your gaze leaves his face and torso, the rest of him being bird-like or ghost-like.
For all of the monsters in Vana'diel, he cannot say he's seen anything quite like Davesprite.]
[Davesprite rolls his eyes behind his shades. He can type his own misgivings in after the meat of it, since there are certainly potential dangers. They debated them enough already. But Lehko's dreaming if he thinks he's going to retract the quote.]
[He doesn't speak up again until a moment or so later. He noticed the wandering and staring from the start, but it's him keeping it up that draws his voice.]
You gonna keep prowling? There's other rooms to dig through if you're bored. Maybe one of them will have dirty poetry scratched on its wall. Maybe leave your own. What counts as poetry in the furry dimension, odes to hairballs and catnip?
[Note to self: leave a rap for someone someday. This place is depressing without any good music to listen to.]
[Oh, is that how it's gonna be? You gonna play it like that, Meow Mix? Davesprite tilts his head up, expression about as challenge accepted as a flat mouth and guarded eyes can be. He hits the post button on his device, locks and pockets it, then rises back up to proper height.]
You ever heard a bird beatbox, bro?
[Check it: chirp chirp caw, ch-ch-chirp chirp caw, caw peep chirp caw, caw, caw. He mimes the mic and the record spinning for good measure.]
Hear the bird say peep, I say drop that beat. Got no record to scratch, but they got feet to match, Talons deadly as swords. You say that you want more? Maybe this cat thinks its dumb, Says my talent's just crumbs, Take your rest in a nest with only eggs for fun. But I turn rhymes in snap, timed slick with wing flaps, Leave you left in the dust with only worms and crap. But aren't worms what birds eat? Listen, I'm hungry for meat. I see fools pawing for scraps, taking ease with cat naps, Too complacent to contemplate what I got on tap. Think you can stand up and hand it when you're the one that demands it? Try your rhymes if you've got 'em, but I doubt I can stand it. You're carrion, but I'll carry on, making off like a bandit. Muzzle that muzzle! 'swhat they'll scream to that flow. You think you're flying high when I've got you down low, Hacking hairballs at strip malls before sad strangers' feet. But I'm proving it now: I just can't be beat.
[He straightens here at the end, expression as even as he started. There's your challenge, bro. Can you meet it?]
[This isn't exactly what Lehko was expecting, and the type of music this is... well, he's unfamiliar at best. He listens, though, and looks entertained all the while. Even with the jabs at him, he's not bothered even slightly.
At the end, he gives Davesprite a polite applause.]
I cannot say I am familiar with such forms of music, a type of poem unpracticed whence I hail—but that was entertaining, and for a layman I would say you are quite talented coming up with that on the fly.
[yes, he had to go there.]
Were music more my forte, I would reply in kind, but alas.
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no subject
[He doesn't even sound offended, really. More matter-of-fact if anything. Otherwise he'll leave it at that. No point in arguing when Davesprite seems keen to justify his petty inclusion.
Instead he takes to idly wandering about Davesprite's being. He's got more tact than to ask outright, after all, but he cannot help his general curiosity over the orange-colored boy who loses that description once your gaze leaves his face and torso, the rest of him being bird-like or ghost-like.
For all of the monsters in Vana'diel, he cannot say he's seen anything quite like Davesprite.]
no subject
[He doesn't speak up again until a moment or so later. He noticed the wandering and staring from the start, but it's him keeping it up that draws his voice.]
You gonna keep prowling? There's other rooms to dig through if you're bored. Maybe one of them will have dirty poetry scratched on its wall. Maybe leave your own. What counts as poetry in the furry dimension, odes to hairballs and catnip?
[Note to self: leave a rap for someone someday. This place is depressing without any good music to listen to.]
no subject
[He's guessing it's some derogatory term of some sort, but no point in getting offended when he knows not what it means.]
One could assume it could be, parrrticularly if your own dimension favored music that glorrrified bread crumbs and egg laying.
[You wanna get snarky over him being a cat? Well he'll do the same with you being a bird, bro.]
oh my god rap is not my forte forgive me
You ever heard a bird beatbox, bro?
[Check it: chirp chirp caw, ch-ch-chirp chirp caw, caw peep chirp caw, caw, caw. He mimes the mic and the record spinning for good measure.]
Hear the bird say peep, I say drop that beat.
Got no record to scratch, but they got feet to match,
Talons deadly as swords. You say that you want more?
Maybe this cat thinks its dumb,
Says my talent's just crumbs,
Take your rest in a nest with only eggs for fun.
But I turn rhymes in snap, timed slick with wing flaps,
Leave you left in the dust with only worms and crap.
But aren't worms what birds eat?
Listen, I'm hungry for meat.
I see fools pawing for scraps, taking ease with cat naps,
Too complacent to contemplate what I got on tap.
Think you can stand up and hand it when you're the one that demands it?
Try your rhymes if you've got 'em, but I doubt I can stand it.
You're carrion, but I'll carry on, making off like a bandit.
Muzzle that muzzle! 'swhat they'll scream to that flow.
You think you're flying high when I've got you down low,
Hacking hairballs at strip malls before sad strangers' feet.
But I'm proving it now: I just can't be beat.
[He straightens here at the end, expression as even as he started. There's your challenge, bro. Can you meet it?]
never forgives u
At the end, he gives Davesprite a polite applause.]
I cannot say I am familiar with such forms of music, a type of poem unpracticed whence I hail—but that was entertaining, and for a layman I would say you are quite talented coming up with that on the fly.
[yes, he had to go there.]
Were music more my forte, I would reply in kind, but alas.